"Lydia, your Hair," he said in a hushed tone the second he leaned down to greet the mourning girl. "It’s red and impossible." The statement shook her. Reminded her of why she was crying. Of who she’d lost. Of the only other person to tell her this fact. When she looked up she saw it. His bright green eyes. A world of color.This can’t be possible. She thought. He can’t be my soulmate. He’s a cop.Marrish AU: The world is black and white until you meet your soulmate. Lydia and Parrish meet after Allison dies.
Don’t tell me you believe all that.
I’d like to say I don’t believe in anything. But I keep an open mind.
“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over.”
Fan: I watched you in The Tudors, and since you got to play the role of Queen twice, did that make it easier for you the second time?
Yes I suppose I could that… Or or
(Not my gifs)
I’m glad the portrait of Ben Franklin stayed the same on the new $100 bill. There’s something about his slight, tight frown, the paternal hint of disappointment in his eyes and those pursed, sealed lips that seem to say, “I don’t approve of what you’re doing, but I can’t stop you from rolling this banknote into a straw and ripping a fat rail of white lightning in the Buffalo Wild Wings handicapped bathroom stall, you goddamn beautiful disaster.”
He’s got to be some kind of ancient God of beauty because this is ridiculous.
Petition for him to play a swashbuckling pirate or a starship captain or an ancient gladiator or, really, ANYTHING where we can just look at him and drool and dream for ninety minutes.
i wonder what it feels like to be the most beautiful man in the world